Page 6 of Perfect Rhythm

NYX

“Mmhmm, I knew her ass would still be here,” Skye said as she slid her French tip nails along the black Mercedes that was in Mecca’s driveway. “I should fuck this car up right now.”

“No, you shouldn’t.” And I wasn’t just saying that because it was his shit.

I had too much love for a car like that to allow her to cause it harm.

“Where’s Mecca’s security?” I questioned while looking around the premises.

Considering who Mecca was, there was no reason we should’ve been able to get to him so easily.

She laughed. “Somewhere taking a shit like I told them to.”

“What?” I frowned.

“Honey, I’ve got their ass on lock. His security team is a damn joke. Flash them a little cash, throw in some women, weed, and liquor…they’ll do whatever I tell them to do. That’s how I got access to Mecca’s surveillance in the first place.”

I froze, eyes wide. “Are you serious?”

“Dead ass.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “Girl, if this was Shade’s house, Trace would’ve probably blown our heads off before we made it onto the property.”

“Oh, trust me, I know. That’s why I’m glad Mecca’s dumb ass went the cheap route. The people that work for him are incompetent as hell, and they’ll do anything for a little cash on the side.”

“I see.”

When we made it to the porch, Skye kneeled down and slid her hand under a stone lion statue. I stared as she pulled a key from beneath it.

“That was way too easy,” I whispered.

“Yep. Niggas like him always make it too easy.” She glided the key into the door.

“So, what exactly is the plan?”

“Simple, we’re just going to go in and say hi.”

“Go in and say hi? Skye that’s not a plan. That’s?—”

Before I could finish, she pushed the door open and strolled inside like she owned the place.

The entryway was massive. Tall ceilings, crystal chandeliers and marble floors took over the space. Oh, and a big ass portrait of Mecca holding wads of cash while iced out, hung on the wall. It was beyond over the top. But that was Mecca. Doing the most was his specialty.

“Come on,” Skye called over her shoulder as she walked down the long hallway.

I hurried behind her and tried not to trip over my feet.

Laughter echoed in the distance, making my stomach drop. I was hoping they were still asleep. Walking in on them going at it was going to set Skye off even more.

Finally, we made it to the bedroom. But instead of going inside, Skye stood in the doorway, silently watching.

Mecca lounged against the headboard while the girl straddled him, her full hips rotating slowly as he gripped her ass.

Their moans filled the room.

I couldn’t see her face, but given Mecca’s history, I was pretty sure she wasn’t hard on the eyes. Dark brown hair flowed down her back in effortless waves, swaying with each slow, deliberate motion as she rode him.

This is bad. This is so fucking bad.

Leaning close to Skye’s ear, I whispered, “We’ve still got time. We could just say fuck him and leave right now.”

She didn’t respond. Her eyes were still trained on the scene in front of us, which was getting more graphic by the second.

What the hell? Is she going to wait until ? —

“Hey, babe,” Skye finally spoke, a smile appearing out of nowhere.

“Skye?” Mecca jolted. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

She tilted her head to the side and walked closer to the bed. “Well, I just got back to the city, and I was thinking about you.” She pushed the girl off of him and watched her tumble to the floor. “I guess you weren’t thinking about me, huh?”

“I thought you weren’t coming back until tonight.”

“Well, you thought wrong.”

The girl stood up. “Mecca, who is this?”

“Your worst fucking nightmare, bitch!”

Mecca hopped out of bed and grabbed his basketball shorts. “This shit isn’t cool, Skye. You can’t just be walking up in my crib. You should’ve called and let me know you were coming.”

“Why? So you could get your hoe out of here faster?”

“My name is Chanel.”

“ Hoe your name is whatever the fuck I say it is,” Skye snapped.

Shaking my head, I grabbed what I assumed were the girl’s clothes and handed them to her. “I suggest you put your shit on and go.”

“Nah, I’m not leaving unless Mecca tells me to leave.”

Again, I shook my head, but I let her be.

Did I think it was ridiculous how far Skye was willing to go for a man who didn’t belong to her? Of course. But that wasn’t something I could control. All I could do was give the victim fair warning. It was up to them to decide what to do with it.

“Oh, is that right?” Skye said, strolling around the bed. “You’re not leaving until he tells you to?”

“Yeah, that’s what I said.” Chanel placed her hand on her hip, unbothered by the fact that she was still naked.

I looked over at Mecca, my eyes pleading with him to step in before things went left. But then I remembered, he actually got a kick out of this shit. He loved every toxic trait that Skye possessed. Fucking another bitch in her face was just a form of foreplay to him.

My glare hardened. “Mecca, I swear to God, if you don’t?—”

He cut me off, sucking his teeth in frustration. “Chanel, just leave.”

“Why? I’m not scared of this?—”

A loud smack echoed through the room.

I barely flinched.

As expected, Skye had slapped the shit out of Chanel, and now, everything I was trying to avoid was in full swing.

Gripping a handful of Chanel’s hair, Skye looked back at me. “Nyx, grab the rest of her shit. I’m about to drag her ass out of here.”

Chanel was kicking and scratching while begging Skye to let her go. But her attempts were useless. My girl was too strong.

“Get her stuff,” I told Mecca. “You’re the reason this is even happening.”

“Me? Your girl is the one who barged in here uninvited. She’s crazy as fuck!”

“Yeah, and whose fault is that?”

He scrambled to scoop up Chanel’s stuff and rushed out of the room. I followed behind him, shaking my head. I hated seeing my friend do all of this over his bitch ass. Especially since I knew it wasn’t going to change anything.

I stood in the foyer, watching as Skye tossed Chanel and her clothes out in the cold.

“How am I supposed to get home?” Chanel shouted.

“I’ll call my driver,” Mecca said.

“The fuck you will.” Skye snatched the phone from his hand, then looked back outside. “Bitch, you got feet, use them.” She slammed the door and turned back to face him. “Why do you make me do shit like this?”

“I didn’t make you do anything. You’re the one who decided to come to my crib unannounced. Had you let me know what was up, I would’ve had her out of here before you got here.”

“And that’s the problem. She never should’ve been here in the first place. The agreement has always been, no bitches at your crib. No one should know where you live but me. No one should fuck you in that bed but me.”

Mecca pressed his hand against his mouth. “Damn, that was the agreement, huh?” I looked at the two of them like they were crazy. What the hell ? “My bad, babe, I forgot about that shit.” He walked over to Skye and grabbed her hand. “Damn, I fucked up.”

“You sure did,” she spat. “Did you screw her without a condom?”

“What? No.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, I told you I don’t get down like that. I always strap up.”

“Mmhmm.”

He moved her face towards his. “I’m serious. You’re the only one I fuck raw. No other bitch will ever get that luxury.”

“They better not,” she shot back. “

I pushed every word that was on the tip of my tongue to the back of my throat.

I knew the real reason a condom was being mentioned.

It should’ve been out of concern for an STD or some shit, but it was about making sure that Mecca didn’t get another woman pregnant before her.

Skye had been begging him to let her have his child.

But he wasn’t having it, so he made sure she stayed on birth control.

“You know, I’m really tired of this bullshit, Mecca. I’m tired of not being the only woman in your life. Maybe I should just?—”

He yanked her closer. “Don’t even finish that fucking sentence. You know the deal. It’s always going to be you and me. Nobody else.”

“Nobody else?” she said while staring at him like he was crazy. “Did you forget about the bitch I just dragged out of here?”

He sighed. “You know what I mean. Look, I know what you want, and eventually, I’m going to give it to you. I just need some time.”

“Time? Mecca, we’ve been doing this for years. How much more time do you need?”

“Just a little more. I just want to get all of this fuckboy shit out of my system, you know? I want to be the kind of man you deserve.”

Is he fucking serious ?

I rolled my eyes and let out a loud groan. “Skye, let’s go.”

She looked at me and started walking my way, but Mecca yanked her back. “Nah, don’t go. Let me make this shit right. I need you to know how sorry I am, and that I’ll never fuck another bitch in my crib again.”

“In your crib?” I blurted. “How about telling her that you’ll never fuck another bitch again period ? Better yet, how about you cut the shit and decide to be the man that she deserves right now?”

I stared him down, pissed that this was even a conversation.

I knew exactly what Skye wanted, and it wasn’t this toxic bullshit.

Skye was Mecca’s best kept secret. To the public, he was a bachelor with no ties to anybody, which went along perfectly with his bad boy rapper persona.

But behind closed doors, according to him, Skye was his everything, and he couldn’t live his life without her.

“Hey, Nyx, chill,” he scolded.

“Don’t tell me to chill. I’m sick of watching you play in my girl’s face. If you want her, then act like it.”

Skye raised her hand. “Okay, enough. Nyx, I’m good. You can drive my car home.”

My mouth dropped.

“Are you serious right now? You dragged me all the way out here and—” I stopped myself, realizing that saying anything more would be pointless. She’d already forgiven him. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “You’re right. I should head home.”

“Yes, you should,” Mecca said back.

“Boy, fuck you!” I turned my attention back to Skye. “Call me if you need me.”

“I will. Thank you for having my back,” she whispered while hugging me. “I love you, you know that, right?”

I sighed. “Yeah, I know. I love you too.”

Smiling, she kissed my cheek, then walked back into Mecca’s arms.

He didn’t bother looking my way, which was for the best. Had his eyes even come close to meeting mine, he would’ve been met with my middle finger.

Slowly, I turned and walked out of the house.

I knew I should’ve stayed my ass at home.